May 21, 2013

I was awoken from deep sleep in the dark by a hornet that stung my hand. What a way to wake up! He must have been trapped in the bedspread. An epic battle ensued that woke everyone in the cabin, and I triumphed. There was no way to return to sleep knowing it was still alive!

There it lay, smashed on the floor by a tissue box, me standing above it panting with a palm screaming from potent poison.

It was a regular old hornet, always a sight to behold.

(image heisted from the Interweb)

Here is one similar, above the coin. The big beast below it is a mystery. At first glance he looks like a regular old hornet, but is 5-6 times the size. Not typical.